The Girl In The Apartment Above Me Is Having The Loudest Sex I Have Ever Heard With What Might Be The

the girl in the apartment above me is having the loudest sex i have ever heard with what might be the politest man in the world because all he keeps yelling repeatedly is please and thank you.

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✮ tags fem!reader + afab!reader + praise 18+

when gojo likes you he has this tendency of making his praise a little more obvious as time goes by. he starts slow, he's patient and waits until you're comfortable enough. the first time it's sardonic and dry—you're being a real goody two-shoes about something. what a good well behaved girl you are. meant to invoke your irritation, make you raise your middle finger and punch his shoulder.

the second time it's more meaningful. you come back bruised and battered from a long mission and gojo rubs his thumb over your cheek. lets his knuckles trace your jaw and presses on all the fresh purple bruising. he's being sincere and it's intense and uncomfortable, makes you feel like you're being looked at closely. a second time with more weight than the last—so you came back alive? good girl, good girl.

there are times in between that - less notable, that don't count. gojo rewards you for doing things that he poses as favors. bringing him a bottle of water on the way back or dropping off missed paper-work. he never leans into it too much, never enough to be too obvious what he's trying his hand at. he dances around the intentions of such phrasing.

gojo believes it after all. that you're a good girl. there's a word missing each time, his good girl, that gojo can't add willy-nilly. too much pressure, too much attention and you'll skitter off somewhere he'll have trouble reaching.

the third time gojo calls you a good girl is when he picks you up sober. you're a quiet drunk, or he thinks you are until he shows up. suddenly you're chatty, arguing with him - stepping on his feet and asking if you can be carried home. gojo praises you this time with worse intentions then last. rubs the shell of your ear and tugs the lobe as you stand in front of your apartment, misty eyed and tipsy. thanks for being a good girl and calling me and not someone else hm?

there's a fourth time where he praises you for a hard days work in the office and a fifth where you save him a seat at the table for informal dinner.

it's the sixth time gojo praises you in such a way that his true nature bleeds into it. you're both stone-cold sober and gojo is alone with you in a place far from work. far from his place, far from yours and together of your own volition. the sixth time gojo praises you like this, it's shadows of a back alley where all the tension is finally starting to be too much. the sixth time gojo praises you, you're holding onto the lapel of his coat and pulling him down your height.

you kiss him out of frustration and frustration only. it makes gojo feels like a fucking winner. the sixth time gojo praises you, he pushes you up against a wall to return your affections. he smiles into your mouth and licks into it with your tongue, takes note of every ridge of your teeth, presses his knee against the seam of your jeans until you're moaning into his lips. until you moan his name and crack under the pressure—acknowledge that you know how much he wants you and how long that's been true.

the sixth time gojo praises you and the first time you ever really notice, the words almost come out like a snarl. everything bubbling up and tipping over inside of him as his teeth nip along your pulse - hands dipping into your waistband to feel along your slit, feel how wet you are. all for him. his.

"looks like you get it now," he breathes, harsh and fierce "good girl. my good girl."

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On the topic of babies, I feel like we always talk about Sanemi having a child after the corps disbands... but what if he gets you pregnant while still being a hashira? Twenty-one years old, having his first child with you, which by some standards is pretty late in the game. As for corps members, it's pretty early, and honestly a privilege.

Sanemi always kept his relationship with you discrete, not wanting people to view you differently because you were with the terrifying wind pillar. That, and he didn't want people to know he was actually a huge fucking softy. Seeing him walk around with you, supporting you while you waddled because of your pregnant belly would surely ruin the mean and tough aura he oozes when around other hashira.

Sanemi would be so fucking worried about you at every point in time, especially know that you were heavily pregnant and struggling to get out of your own way from time to time. "Listen, it's not easy work carrying your baby." You had said that to him when he was watching you struggle to sit up in bed one morning. To which Sanemi worried even more because he had to leave you alone so often.

When your baby is born, Sanemi takes a leave of absence. Something that shocks the pillars greatly but Kagaya kindly explains that he was "injured" and would need a few months to recover and train in private. Kagaya was the only one in the corps aware of your relationship and now your new baby. You had initially wanted Shinobu to deliver the baby but Sanemi was adamant that she would accidentally slip up and let the other hashira know.

In the end, Sanemi had actually been the one to deliver your child, the local doctor he had sent for did not arrive in time. Sure enough, your baby was impatient just like their papa, determined to enter the world on their own time, nobody else's. It was a beautiful and traumatizing experience at the same time, but Sanemi had been a huge source of comfort and reassurance through all of it.

You gave birth to a healthy and chunky baby, a baby who very quickly became the center of your world. And Sanemi was pretty proud of the fact that he had delivered them himself. You were happy too, knowing their papa was the first to hold them after you had been carrying them for all these months and not some local doctor.

y’all. im thinking about inexperienced boys.

inexperienced boys that are shy. who freeze up when you climb on their lap, who don’t realize how hard they are until your cunt brushes over their clothed bulge and they whimper, a sound they’ve never heard themselves make before.

inexperienced boys who feel like they’re losing their mind when you do it again, harder this time, and they can feel the heat of your cunt through the layers of clothes. can’t stop his hips from jerking, involuntarily rutting into you because he can’t get enough of how good it feels. it’s overwhelming in the best possible way, so much so that it’s a struggle kiss you back properly, trying so hard to stay sane.

inexperienced boys who are so embarrassed when they cum in their pants just from rubbing against you, their pants a creamy, sticky mess, blushing and stuttering out apologizes as if it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen <33